My Dad was diagnosed with bladder cancer this morning.
He called me at work. This alone is an indication of how he was feeling. He NEVER calls me at work.
I seem to be having a lot of friends/family getting cancer lately. It's quite scary and painful. I lost a lover to brain cancer. I know intimately what this can look like. I also know that people do survive cancer. This, in the midst of some difficult work on powerlessness. I really don't think I'm so hard headed as to need this kind of object lesson. Is that just too self-centered to think someone else's illness is some kind of lesson(punishment) to me? PRobably. I'll get over myself. And figure out how to be useful to Dad as well. I just needed to put that down.

kids?!

Kids! I like kids. Which is a good thing cause that's how I spend my days.
Here's a snippet:
We were getting ready to go outside and sweat since it's really humid here. We were sitting on the carpet and waiting for everyone to finish snack. So we were doing some yoga inspired by a two year olds quite natural *happy baby* pose. It was perfect. We all tried it and moved on to a few more poses and then one of the kids said we should chant *Ohm*. So we did. And as we finished I said, in a most hushed and *this is sacred* voice, "Hear the vibrations of the sound of the Universe." And one of my six year olds made a farting sound with his mouth! We all just cracked up laughing. It was really funny. Ya might a had ta be there but we all got a big laugh.